Well, things didn’t quite work out as planned.
My daughters and I were able to get the three female kittens that were in the isolation shelter for their overnight fast, into carriers. We were even able to double check that they really were female. Two of them were quite small, but they just needed to be over 2 pounds.
We had a later drop off time, too, so it was actually fairly light out by the time we were on the road. Along the way, we even came up with names. Sweetie for the little grey tabby, Bug for the tuxedo with eyes too big for her head, and Domino for the bigger tuxedo that is mostly black.
As we finished checking them in, someone came out to take them to the pre-surgery kennels they have (they don’t stay in the little carriers the whole time). We were heading to the truck when I decided to hit the washroom first. As my daughter headed out, she held the door for a woman bringing in a larger carrier with a calico in it. My daughter complimented the calico and the woman responded with, yes… ferals.
Ferals?
Plural?
My daughter stayed at the doors so she could hold when the woman headed out to get another carrier. I got there just in time to see the absolutely gorgeous chocolate point Siamese inside. She said it was a feral, too, then commented that she had 27.
Ah! One of my people!
We paused to chat. Which ended up being about people dumping their cats, which happens so often. She finds a lot of dumped pregnant cats.
We were just parting ways and my daughter and I were about to leave the clinic when one of the ladies at the desk, talking on the phone, called out, don’t leave yet! She was on the phone with someone at the back, and they were asking about the cats we brought. Where these “owned” cats? I explained that these were colony cats. We care for them, but they are outdoor cats and not pets.
The techs thought they might be too small, but wanted the vet to examine them, first. So we were sent to one of the rooms to wait until she was done.
When she came in, we were told their weights. Bug was the lightest at .97kg (2.1lbs). Sweetie, who we thought would be lighter, weighed in at 1kg (2.2lbs). Domino weighed in at 1.5kg (3.3lbs). She felt she could do Domino, but felt it was just too risky to put the smaller ones under anesthetic.
We talked about their ages and I mentioned they were all around 6 months old. She looked stunned and said she would examine them again and look at their teeth.
When she came back, she told me that they still had baby teeth. There was no way they were over 6 months.
Thinking of the litters we’ve had, I felt they would have been born in July, at the very latest, which still would have put them at over 5 months. I was sure Sweetie, at least, was one of Slick’s five, which would have made it older, though much smaller than her siblings. If they’re under 6 months old, though…
Suddenly, we don’t know where these kittens came from! We had two really late litters. Frank’s kittens, none of which survived the weaning stage, and the tiny ones I found in the collapsed shed that we are sure were Brussel’s second litter, except Brussel disappeared. That last litter was born so late in the season, there were no lactating creche mothers around to nurse them, except Frank, and Frank was already weaning hers.
So it’s possible we had younger kittens show up and didn’t really notice them as new among the crowd – some of them look so very much alike. I just have a hard time seeing that. Bug has a very distinctive look, too. I’ll have to go back over my older photos and see if I can at least spot Bug. Sweetie would be harder to identify.
Anyhow.
Once it was decided it was not safe for them to be spayed, my daughter and I packed them up and headed home.
In the first picture above, there’s Sweetie on the left, Bug in the middle and Domino on the right.
Along the way, we talked about what steps to take next. Do we keep them in the isolation shelter and “fatten them up”? With warmth and regular food, they would hopefully get bigger faster, but who knows how long that would take. In the end, we decided to set them in the isolation shelter again, give them a cat soup treat, and then open the shelter up again later in the day. You can see them in the next picture of the slide show above, after finally breaking their fast!
I ended up treating the rest of the outside cats, too. I mixed up a very thin cat soup using several cans of wet cat food, then poured it over the trays that still had dry kibble in them.
We didn’t see Frank this morning, but she’s in there, between the short haired calico (Sprig) and the long haired tabby. I even saw Sprout today! It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, but it looks like she’s just being shy.
Of course, I made sure to keep the rescue group chat up to date. They were surprised about the kittens not being done, since they were all over 2 pounds, but it’s understandable. They already brought up making other appointments. For the next ones, we’ll just have to take in any adult sized cat we can grab. Which will be the males, first. If nothing else, it means they won’t be getting any of the ladies pregnant. I’d hope it would also reduce any fighting between the cats, but we’re still seeing some of that, among both male and female cats that have been fixed. Very strange.
Speaking of fixed…
Pinky has been hanging around close to the house. She’s been wanting into the closed up isolation shelter, too. I’ve been able to pet her and, aside from Colin (who is neutered) being a jacka$$ and going after her, she’s been socializing with the other cats more. That makes me happy, because she basically lived in the garage by herself last winter, and only came to the house to eat and drink.
Well, there is one plus side to coming home so much ealrier.
I can work on getting straw over the winter sown beds today, instead of tomorrow. We’re supposed to reach a high of only -7C/19F today and tomorrow. After that, temperatures are expected to drop. So the sooner I can get extra insulation on those beds, the better. Given how things turned out this past year, and the likelihood of another drought next year, winter sowing may once again be the only crops we get!
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 